Everyone's life is good, every child must have a happy childhood, of course everyone has their favorite after-school hobby, my after-school hobby is to play computer, in my unhappy time as long as I play on the computer, I will be happy, of course, in my happy time to play the computer I'll be happier, want to know the interesting things that I play computer? Then come with me to see it!
I play the Moore Manor, here is where my happiness began, I play every day, as long as I finish writing homework, surely I have to play, remember I once played the Moore Manor handling small game I blushed, I'll tell you my ugly! My sister at home that day, I was playing the Moore Manor moving game, how I moved not move up, my sister laughed at me, said, brother your Moore strength is too small, look at my, how much strength, said this, my face began to red up, in order to save my sister's image in my mind, I bragged that I can move up five or six bags, my sister does not believe it, said, you move now, this time my head is sweating! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to have to make sure that I'm able to do it right now.
Everyone said fun?
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2. elementary school students third grade write character essay my sister how to writeMy sister
My sister like a boy, now 8 years old, has been in the second grade. At home, as long as there is a little time, we will make a lot of noise, mom and dad for this very hurt. My sister is very naughty, not at all like a girl, every time I go out with my sister, meet acquaintances, there will always be people ask me if this is my brother. That's why I don't go out with my sister.
My sister is not only naughty at home, but also at school. One time I was in the middle of a class and my sister's teacher called me out, and I was inexplicably called out. My sister's teacher had a snack in her hand and put it in mine. She also said that my sister had been in class for a long time and hadn't arrived yet, but came back with these snacks in her hand! Don't you think my sister is bold! I felt ashamed of myself, what am I going to do in front of my classmates? Aigoo, it's a pain in the ass! When will my sister be able to understand ah!
Once, during the lunch break, I was in the teacher to write homework, my classmates told me that my sister is picking peppers outside, my classmates asked her to pick peppers to do, you certainly can not guess what she said, she even said to pick home to cook. She said she was going home to make dinner. I was so mad at her, I couldn't bear to see her face again! I really want to beat her up, but I can't do it! Aigoo, I'm so worried! When will my sister stop being so naughty?
This is my sister, more naughty than a boy's sister, ah ~ my sister really let me and distress and worry ah!
3. Please help me write a [a third-grade essay, the topic is the campus, the theme is about environmental protectionIn this ever-changing world, there is too much indifference and helplessness, however, from a young age in the reinforced concrete built stone forests of you, whether you have thrown themselves into the marvelous nature, leaving behind all of the world and utilitarianism, to truly experience the most primitive of life! The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the most out of your life.
Spring, everything is recovering, hundreds of flowers. Friends, are you because of the early spring cold, the spring tightly locked outside the door? No, you need to open a window for yourself to breathe the breath of nature as it awakens! Pluck away the spring snow covering the branches to find that hint of new green! Lift the clouds of worry from your mind and enjoy the bright rays of sunshine! You can let that piece of green nourish your eyes, let that burst of earthy fragrance stain your nose, let a wild fruit stuff your mouth, let that sound of birdsong fill your ears. You can leave behind everything that bothers you, tugging on the line of a kite, running in the grass to your heart's content; you can avoid all the people who make you unhappy, stomping on sneakers, picking a beautiful wildflower in the wilderness; you can ......
In the summer, nature begins to prosper. My friend, have you forgotten the bright full moon because of the summer heat? No, you need to step out of your room, raise your head, and go view the winking stars! Get close to the corner of the wall to listen to the song of the unknown bug! Walk barefoot into a cheerful stream and feel the murmuring water gliding past your fingertips! Of course, you can also fold a branch of willow and weave it into a ring, and then insert a few flowers to fantasize yourself as a flower fairy.
Autumn, for many people, is sad and mournful. Friends, are you afraid of which a fading leaf touches your unbearable past, and refuse to feel that golden fall? No, you need to treasure a flaming red maple leaf for yourself, to commemorate the burning youth, even if it is painful or sinking, the youth is ultimately no regrets! By the way, we can not forget those heavy fruit, they are laughing in this harvest season! You see, their fat body has bent the branches, can not wait to fall down! There is also that "clear sky a crane row clouds, will lead to poetry to the blue sky" of the fall, it is the literati and writers poetry season ...... Yes, my friend, the autumn wind is no longer blowing sadness of the past, but the sinking hope and endless heroism!
Winter, ice and snow wrapped the world. Friends, are you because of the winter cold, and put away that silver dream? No, you need to unlock the coat, in their own small yard, do a red-nosed snowman, let it open the door to your memory, back to the innocent childhood, you can view that a strong upright pine in the snow standing tall, you can approach the strain of cold defying the waxberry, see it quietly smiling in the cold wind ......
My friend, approach that wonderful piece of nature and make your life more exciting!
4. 3rd Grade Essay "What is Love"Love is the language we **** with
If love is a cup of tea, then the tea is stronger than water; if love is an ocean, then the ocean is deeper than the stream; if love is a mountain, then the mountain is higher than the plains; if ......
If we did not have love, then what would the world be like? I dare not imagine. Since there is something called
"love" in heaven and earth, let us use "love" to care for everyone around us.
There is a kind of love between students called "friendship"; there is a kind of love between elders and children called "affection"; there is a kind of love between men and women called "love".
These three kinds of "love" will always be encountered in life, because it is love that writes life, it is love that fills our lives.
I once read this article, is a sister to a sister wrote a letter, entitled "before it is too late to say I love you".
It was about something the sister said to persuade her after she had a fight with her mom.
"Sister you are always complaining about your mom nagging you and making you take extra classes.
That day you locked the door because mom wouldn't let you draw things on your pants. My sister told you that my sister has also been a rebel, and also when my mother broke her bones, not only did not help her mother, but also let her mother to take care of the housework, and she was indifferent. But later, I realized, I feel that love of my mom, that true love. So, I cherish the time I spend with my mom. Now, you shut your mom out while she was washing clothes for you, for someone who scolded her, and that someone was you. Sister, the person who loves you the most in the world has been shut out of your life by you. After reading it, I was in tears, and suddenly felt that this article seemed to be written for me as well. Thinking about the fights with my mom in the past, which time wasn't my mom doing me a favor and looking out for me? I thought I was free because I thought I had escaped from these constraints. But now I think, in fact, tolerance of these constraints is the real freedom. When someone gives us love, we don't know how to love, and when we know how to love, that love becomes a memory. Therefore, on the road to growth, we must learn to tolerate, learn to communicate, learn to restrain, will know "love".
Love, let us each other less a wing, only to embrace each other to fly to the sky!
When the summer is gone, when the fall comes, you will feel the coolness of love; when the leaves are full of fallen leaves, when the cold wind comes, you will feel the coldness of love; when the winter is over, when the sun shines, you will feel the warmth of love; when the sun is in the sky, when the flowers are in full bloom, you will feel the warmth of love.
When the rapids of love are rushing, the flames of love are burning, the voice of love is calling, and the flowers of love are blooming all over the land and the sea, you will sigh: "It's good to have love!" Love, not our only emotion, but love is our **** the same language.
5. Xiaoming's sister is in the third grade this year, and in one of his composition classes, he was describing a characterHe is 7 years old, not too tall personally, and rather thin, but he looks very spiritual.
He has very short hair, a pair of dark and bright eyes on his handsome face, and a high nose, like a small carrot. People who have been to his house say he has good features and is a good-looking boy.
My sister is very cute looking and she is 3 months old. The other day was my sister's 100-day anniversary, and my mom drove my baby sister to Love Your Baby to take some pictures.
My sister has small, shiny eyes, a bulging face, and a small mouth. She has a pair of cute ears, and a pair of small hands clenched in fists that wiggle from time to time.
You see! That meaty like a small bun like small feet, cute! I love my sister. My favorite classmate in our class is the little handsome Geng Hao, you see! He's not tall, but he's very solid, and his arms and legs really look like ripe corncobs.
He likes to wear his jacket unbuttoned, listening to him say: "That will look more imposing." Geng Hao's head is long and round, his red face is round, and coincidentally his dark, glowing eyes are also round.
My favorite thing about him is that he laughs, and when he laughs his dark eyes turn into two curved crescents. His little red mouth loved to tell jokes, and his jokes always made him laugh before we laughed out loud, when the curved crescent moon appeared again.
My father is the first mate of the merchant marine of the ocean company. He is a tall man with yellowish hair naturally curled, a pair of intelligent eyes embedded in his white square face, and a pair of nostrils that look particularly large under his high nose.
When I was a child, I used to look at his nostrils and ask: "Dad, why are your nostrils so big?" He always smiled and replied: "I don't know what to say. He always smiled and replied, "We have to choose a horse with big nostrils, because a horse with big nostrils runs fast. When I was a kid, I was a sprinting champion in school.
At this point, my mom and I would look at his big nostrils and laugh. Dad looks thin, medium, with a pair of not too big and not too small eyes, with a small flat head, high nose looks more spiritual.
Prismatic lips full of beard like steel needle. Dad has a lot of knowledge, often tell me many magical and interesting science stories, and come up with many ways to exercise me.
In our class there is such a little boy, he is not tall, his body is like a small tree, limbs are like just growing twigs. His skinny body is holding up a big head, it really makes people worry that the weak body can hold up? His face white, the most striking is his pair of big watery eyes, staring round, sometimes really remind people of the Journey to the West in the Monkey King's fiery eyes.
People say, "The eyes are the windows of the soul." His big head is filled with rich knowledge that people envy.
He also has a dexterous little mouth, red, he sang a very beautiful song! We all know him, right? Do you want to know who he is? He is Mr. Wang Yuxi in our class. My cousin is 5 years old this year, do not look at her only 5 years old, but sometimes I can not say her, have to let her three points.
My cousin is very cute, with two dimples on her chubby face. Sometimes when we laugh at her, she says, "I know what you're laughing at, you're laughing at my dimples."
Said, with a chubby finger to poke her dimples, very proud look. The most inviting part of her cousin was her eyes, her black eyes were particularly large, almost filling the real ones, and so dark and pitchy that it was as if she could not see the bottom.
When she asked you for something, she looked at you with two eyes pleadingly, and your heart was softened, and she gave what she wanted. My mom is a teacher in a health school.
She has a pair of big bright eyes under her thick eyebrows, a nagging mouth under her square nose, and a caring heart in her chest. Ms. Sun is the math teacher in our class.
She is of medium build and 35 years old. A kind face, always so kind.
The gaze from the black-rimmed glasses is always so bright and kind. Her language is always so meaningful, so marvelous, and draws laughter.
The female teacher surnamed Song, because she is young, at most but 20 years old, so we call her little Song teacher, there are some female students affectionately called her big sister. The teacher is a tall man, and her clothes are relatively simple.
Melon face with two willow eyebrows, willow eyebrows embedded in a pair of bright and sharp eyes, there is a small mouth that can speak. Ms. Song wears two long ponytails that drag down to her shoulders.
Feng Cheng is a student in our class. He is not tall, his eyes are big and bright, especially he has two big ears and two thick lips, like a big bell.
For this reason, the students gave him a nickname - "big bell". Coincidentally, from the second grade to the present, Feng Cheng every day to the classroom door, lock the door, but also like a punched bell, this nickname is called open.
My classmate Zhang Shan, people look quite beautiful, quite watery, but fell into a bratty nickname - "Zhang Luneng". The first time I saw this, I was able to see the other side of the story, and I was able to see the other side of the story, and I was able to see the other side of the story, and I was able to see the other side of the story.
Don't look at her "official" small, short, but the voice is high. No matter who did the wrong thing, she had to find out and let you recognize the mistake.
Therefore, I secretly changed her name to "hot plum".
As soon as the invigilator came in, the classroom stopped talking.
His high nose, black and long eyebrows, inlaid with a pair of glittering eyes, nose under the long even thick beard, so that people know at a glance that this is a strict invigilator. He scanned the classroom once, before he began to speak: "Students, this big is your report to the motherland of elementary school learning achievements, must be careful to do the questions, can not have a little sloppy, received the test paper, to see the topic, do not look to the right, not to look to the left, to talk to each other, to answer the questionnaire, and strive for a good grade."
My father is a humorous person.
His coworkers say that he is a shrinking Fei Xiang, I also think so. He is a fine artist, a little-known framing artist in the five provinces of central and southern China, and his solo exhibitions have been praised by many celebrities.
He's also a top-notch funny guy who loves to joke around, and I don't know if it's all about the art.
6. 3rd grade essay A familiar person My sister (more than 100 words)I have a funny and naughty little sister, she is 3 years old, her round face embedded in a pair of big watery eyes, every day is always happy, as if there is something happy.
The sister is very timid, once heard the sound of the eyes will not stop blinking, as if to ask; "What is that sound ah?"
My sister's mouth can be very clever, some never touched the things, she can actually call out the name, so all of us feel strange. And she? But she was not impressed and pouted, as if to say, "What the heck, you're underestimating me."
Sister can be diligent, whenever I do homework, she always sat next to me, very seriously "supervise" me, when I do the wrong questions, she always read the words in her mouth, as if to say: "Sister, how do you so not seriously ah! My sister's diligence is not only shown in doing homework with me, but more importantly, she gets up early every day and carries her backpack to school, how cute! By the way, my sister's sports cells are also very developed, jumping up and down all day, not inferior to Cheng Fei.
This is my sister, a lovely angel!
7. How to write an essay on lotus pond in third gradeToday, the weather is clear, cloudless and sunny.
Xiao Jing, Xiao Hua and Xiao Ming went to Honghu Park together. The park is very beautiful, in which there are colorful flowers competing with each other; there is a large and green lawn, like a big blanket; and there are many tall and big trees, standing straight like soldiers.
Xiao Jing, Xiao Hua and Xiao Ming were walking and playing, suddenly, they saw a lotus pond full of lotus flowers, they were attracted by the beautiful scenery and stopped their steps. Xiaohua suggested, "Let's sit down and take a rest to enjoy the beautiful scenery here." After a while, Xiao Ming suddenly called out and said, "Look, there's a frog squatting on the lotus leaf there, and the leaf is like its singing platform." Xiao Jing said, "No, the lotus leaf looks like a small umbrella to me." Xiaohua said, "No, the lotus leaf is like a tarmac". They were arguing with each other about this interesting issue. Finally, they felt that everyone was right, and they also thought that the scenery of this park was very beautiful, and they all said that they must bring their parents here next time. Then they went home happily.
8. How to write an essay on my momMy mom
There is a person who is like the sun in the family, always taking care of me as a "seedling", she is - my mom.
Mom has a round face with a pair of big watery eyes. This pair of big eyes seem to speak, whenever I take the certificate of the award of the three good students, mom will reveal a happy gaze, smiling at me, I read my mother's eyes saying: do a good job, to continue to work hard. Whenever I do the topic careless, made a mistake, mom frowned, her eyes seem to say: do everything should be careful, every homework is like a quiz.
Mom is especially concerned about my studies and life. I participated in the mental arithmetic, Go, etiquette and other various competitions, mom will fully support me, accompany me, encourage me. Winning, she would say, "Don't be proud, not all future competitions will be smooth sailing." When I lost, she would say, "Don't be upset, winning and losing are commonplace, there will be opportunities in the future." Every time I got sick, my mom was especially anxious to give me medicine in a hurry for fear that my illness would get worse and worse. Every summer vacation, my mom will take me on a trip to grow my knowledge.
This is my mom, I love my dear mom.
9. my sister's composition 210 words third grade, with characteristics, shortcomings, I love to let write on.At dusk, a few children were playing hide and seek, the smile on their faces sweeter than honey ......
When I came up to me pretending to be angry, a lively and cute girl ran over to me, with the braid on the back of her head fluttering, and the black-and-white dotted skirt shaking, and said in sweet words: "Sister, are you angry?" I said unhappily, "It's time for dinner and you're still not home, play crazy!" Instead of being afraid, my sister pouted and said to me, "Sister, you say I'm playing mad? But I didn't wail like those crazy people in the story, my hair wasn't messed up, and I could still talk! Hee hee!" My sister's innocent words made me laugh!
Looking at my sister that lovely look, the tightly closed heart curtain slowly pulled open, gradually pulled open ......
I remember in a windy and sunny morning, my sister and I went to the mountains to play, we than to see who first to the top of the mountain. A few minutes passed, I was only a few steps away from the top of the mountain, but my sister is still halfway to the top of the mountain, I want to rest first. I just want to "sit on the ground" suddenly saw a big colorful butterfly in front of me, the butterfly suddenly high and low, very beautiful! I hold it, but I feel a *** spicy pain, reach out and see, actually full of thorns! Lift up your head, the butterfly has long flown into the distance ...... I cried out. My sister arrived at the sound, while taking out a handkerchief to wipe my tears, while patiently pulling the thorns in my hands. I looked at my sister gratefully, "Sister, thank you!" My sister smiled, "Sister, you don't need to thank me, this is what I should do, sister, are you still in pain?" I suddenly nose a little sour, tears flowed down ......
Yes, there is such a sister really let me feel gratified!
Sister, I love you!
10. Primary school third grade write people write things write things together compositionMy sister this year 1 year old, don't look at her only 1 year old, but sometimes I can't "say" her, have to let her three points. Her sparse hair, like a seedling just out of the ground, so tender yellow, but also so angry. The cute little face, like a ripe apple, red and sweet, can be pleasing to the eye! A small mouth happily open, tongue slightly curled up, as if singing, but also like in the memory of sweet and sour Nutrient. The nose is slightly upturned, giving a sense of playfulness, looking very cute. The ears are perked upwards as if listening to the marvelous sounds around her. Her favorite part is her eyes, her black eyes are especially big, almost filling up the whole eye, and dark, as if she can't see the bottom. When she smiled, they squeezed into two curved curves, like a crystal bright moon. Both eyes look forward sideways, greedily looking at the beautiful world. When she asked you for something, she looked at you with two eyes pleadingly, and your heart was softened, and she gave what she wanted.
Once, when Grandpa was smoking, the cigarette burned his sister's hand. She cried so much at that time! As if it hurt more than a pinprick, and as if saying, "Mom, mom, I hurt, I hurt." She remembered the incident so well that after two months, she still remembered clearly that she had burned there.
Now, whenever we joke with her and ask - where did the burn go? She would point to her hand. How did Grandpa scold? And she would answer. Which is the sister? Where is mom? Where is Grandma? She can't say it, but she knows it well.
This is my little sister, how lovely she is, simply a little angel.